Uncle Kenny wouldn’t get up until about 2 in the afternoon so we spent a lot of time at the park. I grabbed the brush from the bathroom along with o...ther hair products. The better part of that day consisted of me brushing Ashley’s hair and trying new styles. Laughing and talking about boys, we went back to the house. When we walked in, Uncle Kenny was already awake. Well, sort of. He was in the living room watching SpongeBob with his eyes drooping. We couldn’t help but laugh, it was hysterical.. That time had been onlythree weeks before and when I had taken off her clothes, leaving herattired in her sensuous dishabille of satin and nylon, my hands hadsurreptitiously at first, and more boldly later, wandered over hersuperb body as she had lain there unconscious and I had eventuallysuffered a massive and unrestrained orgasm as my hands had cupped andcaressed her wondrously soft, yet full and firm, satin sheathed breasts.I had spilled my white, sticky seed into a pair of her. We all got on the bus, and they made sure to sit a few seats in front of me. I caught bits and pieces of their conversation and my limited Spanish told me I was defiantly they topic of conversation.As the bus neared my stop, I stood with an obvious hard on tenting my Chef's pants, and as I stood at the door I noticed they exchanged words, then stood to exit with me, all smiles. We all exited at the same stop, and I started home. Near the apartments where I live was a wooded area near a small. She inhaled quickly at the surprise the blow had created. Although she had not done anything to deserve this spanking, she knew that taking it was healing for her husband, and it made her feel good that she was helping him. He slapped her other cheek, and on the third blow, he struck them both at the same time. After several more, he slid his finger into her slit, confirming what he had already suspected: this was turning her on as much as it was him.He struck her again. And again. He looked.